Dear Matt Smith,
The Eleventh Doctor
The one who wears bowties,
A Stetson, and fez,

Fish fingers and custard,
Amelia Pond.
You knew you had big shoes to fill
And you filled them, you did.
More than anyone could ever have guessed.

From the very start,
the Eleventh Hour
There was always a spark
The fans, we knew
You were different, amazing
You were not afraid to make mistakes
And you were always humble,
forever faithful

You brought new twists
That no one expected
A whole new outlook on who the Doctor was
What he meant
You were the most lighthearted
And the wisest, inside

You taught us just how much
the Doctor could love
In the little things,
In how you cared for the Ponds, All three
And Clara, your Impossible Girl

So Matt Smith,
as you say goodbye
Remember your fans,
though we know you will

Remember that, by portraying a man
That was born from solitude
And so filled with joy,
Hope,
And love,

You showed us a hero,
One we would fall in love with
And keep with us
The rest of our days

And as you move on
To tell other stories
Look back and remember,
Dear Raggedy Man,
How much being the Doctor really meant
And how much the fans will always love you.

Goodbye, Our raggedy, clever, amazing Doctor